You want a skinny lover
You want a skinny lover
And so I find
I have the wrong body
I have the wrong body
Even though I have
I have the right mind
You want a skinny lover
You want a skinny lover
And that's perfectly fine
But it means you will always
You will always want some other body More than you'll want mine
More than you'll want mine
But this is familiar,
It's who we've become
Slaves to aesthetic
This is the tune that we hum
Can we change who we are?
Can we remove the filter from over our hearts?
If you're not beautiful you'll be side-lined
Can we let go of our pride?
Of how we look on the outside?
Anyways I thought love was supposed to be blind
Be blind...
You want a skinny lover
You want a skinny lover
And so I find
I have the wrong body
Even though I am the perfect kind
But this is familiar, it's who we've become
Slaves to aesthetic this is the tune that we hum
Can we change who we are?
Can we remove the filter from over our hearts?
If you're not beautiful you'll be side-lined
Can we let go of our pride
Of how we look on the outside?
Anyways I thought love was supposed to be blind
Be blind...
For the first time in my life I wish I was somebody else
All those bottles of teenage self-consciousness
Come tumbling down from the shelf
But this is familiar its who we've become
Slaves to aesthetic this is the tune,
This is the tune that we hum
Can we change who we are?
Can we remove the filter from over our hearts?
If you're not beautiful you'll be side-lined Can we let go of our pride
Of how we look on the outside?
Anyways I thought love was supposed to be blind
Be blind...
Be blind...